Dash

Split your wood and carry your water

One long day you'll come to attest

All your healing, all of your bleeding

Lay those mighty hands to rest

Curse the dirt, and bury your heart there

There's holding patterns for a son

All your worth, all of your empathy

Will colour your hands when you are done

At the gate, you'll be signing up your name

And your face will fall into the fate

And won't you heed your mark

Is it something that you leave?

Or is it something that you feel?

Or is it something that you feel?

Burn the cedar, hear the crackle

'Cause now just supersedes the past

I'm believing in the needing

'Cause I have grown old with you

With you, I sold the dying sun

Come the moon to rest and colours run

And when you heed your mark

And is it something that you leave?

Or is it something that you feel?

Or is it something that you feel?

Is it something that you feel?

(Mhmm-hmm-hmm)

Not in charity, not in family

Lived together in a burrow

All my hope, all of my history

I am here for others now

At the gate, we'll be signing up our names

And your face will fall into the fate

And when you heed your mark

And is it something that you leave?

Or is it something that you feel?

Or is it something that you feel?

And when you heed your mark

And is it something that you'll leave?

Or is it something that you feel?

Or is it something that you feel?

Or is it something that you feel?

Is it something that you feel?

Is it something that you feel?